The CHIEF March 2017

Student Poetry The Memory

The Chief Staff

Allyson Shoff - Editor-in-Chief

Kaiti’s P.O.V.

"Autumn Poem" By Cheyenne Dillon I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. My head aches trying to remember something. This has been going on since I woke up the other day at Doggeh Studios. I can’t remember any images. Only a feeling and a desire. Sometimes remembering this feeling makes me feel whole and good. Other times it makes me very sad. No, not sad, more like I long for something. I keep trying to pick anything out of this memory or feeling or whatever it is. But I can’t and trying just makes the ache grow. So I move to the desire, it’s a strong one. But again, I can’t pick anything out from it. Not what the desire is for or where it comes from. I lift my head and then throw it back against the pillow. Taking a deep breath in, and the slowly blow it out. That’s when I hear a knock on the door. Fall The sun cools Clouds come out Know that summer's just a doubt Leaves changing And falling down Flip-flops stored, sweaters abound Step outside and freeze at that biting breeze Jack o'lanterns light the streets Children's laughter from piles of leaves You already know that fall is here Could it be that winter is near? “I’ve got a eadache, I’ve ot his me ory but I can’t rem mber any details about it.” I reply. “Oh. Can I take a looksie?” She asks, her eyes soften from excitement to concern. “Sure.” I close my eyes and I can see a blue glow behind my eyelids. My head starts to feel heavy. This only lasts a moment because she quickly sees what I’m talking about and then leaves. When I open my eyes she’s back to on surface level looking excited but I can feel her confusion. “That is a pretty closed off memory, it’s nothing terribly important though so I can make it go away if you’d like. Then your headache will go away.” She says. Just as I’m about to decline the pain gets sharper. Enjoy creative writing? If you ever would ever like to see your creative pieces in The Chief , contact Mr. Soares or Mr. Blair! “Come in!” I say. In walks Doggeh with a big grin, she walks to the side of my bed. I sit up an pat the spot next to me. “You can sit down.” “Thank you, how are you feeling?” She asks as she sits next to me.

Matthew Birkett Stephanie Davies Shelby Jennings Owen Putnam Eve Pouliot Taylor Ritter

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